When I visit my mom at the seniors' residence, I am gobsmacked. While a large percentage of the residents are quite a bit older than I am, quite a few are younger or around my age. Whoa!
What has life whacked them with?
One lady has Parkinson's and severe asthma, others appear to have speech or motor problems perhaps due to illness or an accident. They need help to function everyday. Walkers and wheelchairs abound; the community is frail but some still manage to walk without too much difficulty.
I constantly remind myself not to take what I have for granted and not to worry unnecessarily about matters that are beyond my control. Things can change at the drop of a hat. I'm thankful that I can still cook my own meals (there are no Thai curries, hot Mazatlan dips, or sushi in this publicly run residence), do my own laundry, paint and draw, go out with friends, learn new software and take care of my plants.
I long to become an independent, eccentric crone who takes close up pictures of bugs and who paints sarcastic canvases about life's absurdities. So...in the spirit of offbeat and whimsical aging, I would like to emphasize the importance of funky footwear.
I long to become an independent, eccentric crone who takes close up pictures of bugs and who paints sarcastic canvases about life's absurdities. So...in the spirit of offbeat and whimsical aging, I would like to emphasize the importance of funky footwear.
These are my shoes.
They make me happy.
They make me happy.
Warning: The older I get, the more colourful and alive my feet will become.
It also doesn't hurt that shoes happen to be a great source of inspiration.
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